Silver Moraine toshin

sivaak snorts.

then i will read bones soaked in blood. her tongue swipes over cruel teeth.

she tears a strip from the carcass, rips it clean, swallows without care for the mess it leaves behind.

sea and herd. same? she considers, head tilting. maybe. both take. both give. but sea does not run. does not flee. it swallows. it drowns.

her gaze slides to suliya, lingering.

you ran? or did you drown?